Title: And So the Leaf Falls. Pt. 4/?  
Author: Deathangelgw  
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com  
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tolkien, not me. 
Though I wouldn’t mind them! ~_^  
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, sap, angst, dark, lemon/lime 
later, slash.  
Pairings: Eventual Elrond/Legolas, hinted 
Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan/Haldir, and Elrohir/Rumil  
Rating: R for some lime  
Summary: A time to explore finds new things for a certain 
Mirkwood prince  
Notes: Just watch…this image will stick…Enjoy! Feedback is 
much loved and appreciated!  
 
‘thoughts’  
 
Legolas smiled as he gazed out at the view before him. A 
soft mist floated up from the waterfalls as they cascaded 
their water forth, driving into the Bruinen River that 
flowed away. A gentle breeze tingled his skin and he smiled 
more, tilting his head back to the soft caresses as if to a 
lover. He closed his eyes, listening to the gentle sounds 
of laughter and calls from the inhabitants of Imladris, 
especially the joyous ones. He looked over as he heard some 
shouts and found an impish grin play with his face as he 
watched Elladan and Elrohir race out to greet the two 
latest comers to the Homely House. He peered closer, 
resting his cheek on his crossed arms as he watched the 
almost shy way that the twins greeted their loved ones…and 
the even shyer way in which they were greeted in turn!  
 
He had to fight a soft laugh as Elrohir snuck a kiss from 
Rumil, whose pale cheeks tinged a soft pink with pleasure 
as he received the shy greeting. Elladan and Haldir were 
engaged in lively conversation, touching each other 
casually, though one could see even from there that it was 
restrained.  
 
'Restrained for the bedroom, I would guess.  It is such a 
different side to observe, for my memories of the Galadhrim 
are not so warm and gentle.' Legolas thought in amusement, 
though slight sadness came to his face. 'Why would they 
hide themselves thusly? Do they fear their hearts?' he 
wondered and sighed softly.  
 
"There you are, Prince." A soft voice filled with amusement 
startled the young Mirkwood prince and he whirled around to 
gaze at the laughing Elda behind him. Glorfindel grinned 
even more as he came forward. "Did I scare you from your 
musings, ernîl-nin?" He asked teasingly, then glanced to 
see what had caught the prince's eye.  
 
"Nay! You just startled me is all! What can I do for you, 
Glorfindel?" Legolas asked quickly, flushed with 
embarrassment for not having heard the seneschal sneak up 
on him. He resumed his position, stilling his swiftly 
beating heart as he smiled, watching the group in the 
courtyard.  
 
"Hmm…nothing too much. Merely Lord Elrond wishes to see you 
in regards to a correspondence that has recently come to us 
from your father." Glorfindel replied with a smirk as he 
glanced at the other young Elf. "They are sweet together, 
aren't they?" He said fondly, nodding towards the group 
that was now heading into the house, still talking 
animatedly.  
 
"Aye…though it saddens me that this is the only time they 
think they can be so carefree." Legolas answered softly, 
his eyes sad as he watched the four leave their sights. He 
looked up at Glorfindel and his sympathetic gaze. "They 
were…well, not cold per say, but aloof to me in Lorien. I 
even wondered if I offended them." He said sadly as he 
straightened.  
 
Placing a gentle hand on Legolas' shoulder, Glorfindel 
smiled soothingly. "Nay. That is just how they are. They 
are guardians…and I am sure you do the same to strangers. 
Even strange Elves in your land." He said with a cock of 
his eyebrow.  
 
Frowning slightly, Legolas looked down and nodded. "Aye…you 
are right, mellon-nin. I…just wish that it wasn't so. All 
Elves should know and be friends with each other. I 
guess…maybe that was why I left on my journeys from my 
home." He said softly as he brought his gaze back up to the 
sympathetic one of his friend.  
 
"And you may indeed find that. Here in Imladris, we are 
trying for that. And…since you came here…it has been much 
easier." Glorfindel said with a grin, chuckling softly as 
color tinged the younger Elf's cheeks. He patted the prince 
on the shoulder before directing the other towards the 
entrance. "Come! Lord Elrond grows impatient!" He said and 
laughed with the prince.  
 
"And Valar forbid he should get impatient!" Legolas replied 
with a laugh as they went inside, their amusement ringing 
through the halls easily.  
 
*~~**~~*  
 
Ithil played across the gently waving branches of the 
surrounding trees as the Mirkwood prince walked 
thoughtfully through them. He held in his hand the softly 
rolled scroll that held his father's handwriting on it, 
telling of things that had happened at his home and how 
much Thranduil missed him. Legolas stopped again under an 
oak and gazed at the willowy writing under the pale 
moonlight, once more reading what his father had informed 
him of.  
 
//…Life is hard now in Mirkwood, ion-nin. Every day is a 
battle to fight back the dark. Our light grows dim and has 
dimmed more since you went on your way. I pray every day to 
the Valar that you are safe and will come home soon. I pray 
also that perhaps, through your goodness, ties will be 
opened once again between all of the Elven realms. My heart 
was both joyful, yet worried when I heard of your staying 
in Imladris. I know that you know we had once been strong 
allies until bitterness and sorrow had torn us all apart. 
Perhaps you are indeed the joy that will heal the bonds of 
our lands.// 
 
Sighing softly, Legolas slid down to the ground, gazing 
thoughtfully up at the sky. 'Ada, I miss you too. And I 
hope I can make you proud. But dare I try to do such a 
thing as heal all of the bonds? What can I do?' he wondered 
silently, sighing softly as he gazed at the twinkling night 
sky. The wind suddenly picked up around him, waking him 
from his deep thoughts and he stood up, curious. 'Not 
lightly does the wind blow for me. I wonder what is being 
said for me now?' he wondered as he followed the wind 
through the trees.  
 
He found himself going farther from the main household and 
into the forest surrounding the Elven buildings. He stepped 
carefully, ears straining for any signs of danger as he 
gazed steadily about. He came upon a clearing and stopped, 
breath caught in his throat at the image before him.  
 
An Elf stood silently within the glade's clearing, 
moonlight shimmering through his ebony hair in a parody of 
water as it blew with the softly swirling wind. Sweat could 
be seen sparkling on the muscular shoulders and arms as 
breath puffed out in swift pants. Obviously having taken a 
break from training, the Elf stood, head thrown back as if 
drinking in the night sky.  
 
Legolas' hand came up to clutch the pendant he now wore, a 
gift from Elrond not long past when they had shared the 
night together speaking under Eärendil's bright light. It 
was mithril and silver twined around a single piece of 
jade. 'To remind me of my home…where ever I may be.' He 
thought warmly as he watched the figure before him begin to 
move once again.  
 
Pale blue eyes watched the rippling muscles that moved 
beneath the golden skin and ebony silk as they performed an 
intricate dance. A dance with death. Twin blades of ivory 
and steel sliced through the calm air, moving fluidly with 
the Elf that wielded them assuredly. The golden prince felt 
his breath catching multiple times as he watched, drawn to 
the intricacy of the dance as well as the one who performed 
it. Not even realizing, Legolas found himself coming closer 
to the dancing warrior, entranced as the moon caressed 
every move with silvery light.  
 
His breath held in a soft gasp as the Elf whirled around in 
a swift move, slicing through the air just before Legolas, 
gray eyes blazing with alertness. They caught and held wide 
pale blue eyes before the Elf drew back, panting softly for 
air through his exertions. A delicate eyebrow arched in 
curiosity as a playful smirk teased the reddened lips on 
the regal face. "How long have you been watching, gwaew n-
nin?" Elrond purred out softly as he lowered his blades 
slowly, eyes twinkling with amusement at the startled look 
on Legolas' face.  
 
Bowing his head contritely, Legolas placed a hand over his 
heart. "Forgive me…I meant no harm. But the wind drew me 
here to see more of...úthaes-nin." He whispered softly, 
smiling as he brought his gaze back up to the soft gray 
before him.  
 
"There is no need for forgiveness. Did I not say to let the 
wind guide you to me whence it is right?" Elrond asked 
lightly as he went over to where his tunic lay and grabbed 
a towel. He wiped himself off slowly as he gazed at the 
watching prince, then smirked. "Shall we duel? It is one 
thing we have not shared." He said with a grin as he 
stalked over, balancing his blades easily. 
"Among…certain…other things." He purred out, smirking as a 
faint blush touched Legolas' cheeks in response.  
 
"I would love to, my Lord…but I am not nearly as skilled as 
you in this. And I do not have dual blades." Legolas said, 
smiling back faintly as he spread his hands innocently, 
having tucked his letter into his leggings.  
 
"Ah…well, we can spar with single blades. Does not matter." 
Elrond replied with a shrug before nimbly tossing one of 
his own blades to the Mirkwood prince. He grinned as he 
watched Legolas swing the blade before him in an intricate 
move, learning its weight as well as agility. "Are you 
ready?" He asked softly as he brought his blade up above 
his head slowly in a position of attack.  
 
Legolas grinned back as he took off his tunic and tossed it 
aside with the letter before coming back and mirroring the 
pose. "I am if you are." He purred out with a wink. Elrond 
grinned back before leaping to the attack, swirling in as 
he swung his blade in a complex move, which Legolas met 
head on as the match began under the moonlight.  
 
They twirled and slashed, parried and thrust, ebony and 
gold mingling as they moved within each other's defenses 
and out again in a swift dance of the fight. The sounds of 
their panting, soft laughs here and there from an 
appreciated move, mingled with the clanging of blades 
meeting in combat. Leaping and dodging attacks, one could 
not see who the better of the fighters was. But, with a 
final jabbing thrust, Elrond swiftly disarmed Legolas 
before spinning in and pinning the prince in a bear hug.  
 
Staring at each other as they gasped for breath, gray 
searched blue which in turn searched gray in wonder. They 
said nothing as the thrill of their match surged through 
them. Suddenly, in a fierce passion, their lips met, 
hungrily devouring of the other as they held each other 
desperately, giving in to the longing they'd been putting 
aside for months. Clammy fingers scrabbled on sweaty skin, 
feeling, touching, and caressing everywhere as tongues 
dueled as fiercely as the warriors had just been.  
 
Stumbling to the ground, the two Elves rolled with each 
other, neither wanting to give even in this passionate 
battle as they kissed in rising passion. With a soft move 
and flex of his hips, Elrond pinned Legolas with his hands 
above his head. He growled in triumph before taking the 
kiss swollen lips, rocking in a steadily rising rhythm of 
ancient design. Legolas' groans mingled with Elrond's as he 
rocked up, meeting those thrusting hips in a desperate need 
for release.  
 
With a cry, both climaxed hard, arching together as 
pleasure washed over them in a heady wave. Shuddering, the 
two collapsed together, drained from their sparring match 
as well as their passionate battle. They held each other 
close, pressing gentle kisses to each other's hair, neck, 
and face as they panted for air, overwhelmed by all that 
had happened in so short a time. Finally, lips met in a 
sweet kiss, drinking slowly of the other as they relaxed 
together.  
 
Letting his head fall back, Legolas reached up with his 
free hand, for Elrond had released him in their ecstasy, 
and cupped the regal face above him tenderly. "Hannad 
lle…for showing me so many things." He whispered lovingly, 
smiling softly.  
 
Leaning his cheek into the gentle touch, Elrond smiled 
back. "I should thank you…for showing me a new life filled 
with light and hope." He replied just as lovingly as he 
brushed tender fingers along the pale cheekbone. Slowly, 
and with a protesting groan, the Half Elf got up slowly and 
hauled the prince up as well. They embraced again, lips 
meeting in another tender kiss before parting gently. 
Elrond searched the younger Elf's eyes with a small smile. 
"I think we may be closer to knowing one another in bed 
soon, malthen gwaew n-nin." He said, grinning as Legolas 
smiled brightly up at him as they leaned their foreheads 
together.  
 
"The wind will guide us to each other…ithil mîr-nin." 
Legolas said with a tilt of his head as the wind slowly 
wafted around them, tossing their hair up as if in playful 
reminder of her part.  
 
"You are right…and I look forward to that day. Come…let us 
go back and clean up. I think a bath is much overdo." 
Elrond said with a wrinkle of his nose at their sweaty, 
seed covered states. Legolas' light laughter pealed out as 
he followed the Lord of Imladris back to the house after 
getting their stuff. None saw the bright twinkle of 
Eärendil high in Elbereth's tapestry, blessing the two who 
were finding love.  
 
TBC  
 
Translations:  
Ernîl-nin- my prince  
Mellon-nin- my friend  
Ithil- moon  
Ion-nin- my son  
Ada- father  
Gwaew rŷn-nin- my wind chaser  
Úthaes-nin- my temptation  
Hannad lle- thank you  
Ithil mîr-nin- my moon jewel